We played with his hotwheels cars and rode an imaginary plane (which was a bicycle in reality.) Made a library and a bookshop of all the books we had and sold them to some imaginary customers. In short had fun. And we still have fun. Eat out, watch movies (last show, our favorite show) come back walking, talk about the movie endlessly.
He tells me the intricate details of cricket, football, basketball, age of empires, hitman, guitar chords, metal music, rock, and the list is endless. My smart kiddo. He sings super and plays the guitar well too. Complete rockstar, would introduce me to all the awesome songs :) Simply love him for that.
We talk nonstop. All of us and our round table conferences about cricket team selectors being stupid, atheism, books, movie directors, food, travel, dreams, future……. basically everything.
I miss him so much, now that he has moved out.
Molu baby, you rock /m\
Papa, reminds me of my hero. When I was a kid, I admired him as he was a brilliant player. He played TT, badminton, cricket, golf and carom. He was a champ in everything. He is not like usual dads who would go to PTAs and listen to the teacher complain about their kids. He would simply not go and say what do they know about my kids. Ha ha
Mom would make us sit and study. When we got bored, we dialed 490, Copper Club and ask for Papa. They knew it was for him. Didi and I took turns in telling him how bored we were and he should quickly get back home. 15 mins and papa would be home telling mom star movies is showing a brilliant Jackie Chan movie. Freedom.
Train rides and road journeys are simply incomplete without him. I can never forget a 2 day train journey from Tata to Delhi by Tata Amritsar. Fun and more fun. He would buy everything junk that was sold in the train and on stations and would let us try it.
He has made us whatever we are today. Very warm, has the sweetest heart and is so caring. He loves to bring flowers home and would cook Chinese food. It is the best Chinese food (after Franks Jamshedpur.)
He can brighten up any grim situation by his funny jokes and cute pranks. He would fight with my mom as she supports Sourav Ganguly whereas he is a fan of Sachin. He would try to beat my mom’s scores in tetris and bejeweled yet never be able to do so.
His love for nature and animal came on to all three of us. We love roaming in the forests and doing nothing. An artist, a painter , my dad is a genius who is still saved from all the shittyness of the world.
Simple living High thinking, thats my dad and needless to say that I love him very very much :)
She has always been there for us, forever. Be it failures, accidents, dance performances, plays and dramas, break ups and patch ups, boyfriend issues and trouble with school, always and everytime.
She is a rockstar for a mom. Super cook, super listener, super at everything. We fight, laugh, giggle, yell, play, go shopping, eat out, just be there without talking. I guess m used to her presence.
Good at spider solitaire, very good at tetris and bejeweled, superb at any arcade games, a total movie addict. She would watch every single movie and never remember their names. Sing songs with all wrong tunes and lyrics yet enjoy them to the fullest. Radio happens to be her hot favourite.
She loves to eat bhutta and amrud, pizza and maggi, kurkure and chaat, Fanta and Chai..She loves it all. She goes shopping with us to places like Janpath and Sarojini. Would bargain to get a decent price and regret later that she could have done better.
She always always forgets her ‘chashma’ which simply annoys me as I have to look for them always. A complete neat freak, will clean a perfectly neat and clean wardrobe for no reason. She has the ability to appreciate other people’s perspective and acknowledge them also. She has always been ahead of her time. May be that’s why we found a friend in her, not a mom really. With her around, you just don’t need anyone else…like I never needed anyone else in my life.
Another thing which annoys me most is when she watches horrible hindi news channels and to top it all will let me know what all she saw. This happens everyday when I come back from office and I eat my dinner sitting on the kitchen slab while she cooks for didi or papa.
She is naughty like a kid. Would play pranks on papa and coin funny nick names for everyone. She has a great sense of humour. She loves to laugh and trust me, she has the prettiest smile.
She is the joy of my life, My Mom!
She was the first person who I remember growing up with. I remember breaking all her lovely toys, troubling her by hiding her books and pens, listening to her stories (where there was a chalet which had 64 stairs,) every night and sleeping over, walking to school everyday holding her hand. She made sure I crossed the road safely, ate my lunch at school, boarded the right green bus and not the red one which went to Ghatshila.
She was called from her class many a times to the sick room as I would hurt myself invariably and she made sure she scolded me for my carelessness. She would threaten guys who troubled me, protect me from everything bad and made sure I had that smile on my face.
She was the first person to teach me what friendship is. I saw her friendship with Madhu didi and admired them for their understanding. She was the only person to appreciate my drawings. People told me the tree I drew looked awful and didn’t even look like a tree. She told me it’s your tree, paint it red and still it would be beautiful.
She loved watching the clouds and I would think how ridiculous. Now I know how ridiculous of me. She is a dreamer, a very slow eater, would spent hours in the washroom, write poetry , maintain 200 diaries with god knows what, paint and sketch lovely still lifes.
We went to music classes and drawing classes together. Came back home on Sundays after drawing class and watch chanakya and ramayan together. We would giggle at sweet nothings while studying. Although we were sincere kids, mumma would always catch us doing something fun like playing name, place, animal, thing, and atlas games. We had a orld of our own with our barbies and monster trucks, with champaks and tintins. She would read me Nancy Drews and I would be amazed at her reading skills.
I share my room and my closet with her. When we grew up, we shared our clothes and chappals, our lip gloss and clips, our books and chocolates. One thing she hates sharing was her ‘ice-cream.’ She loves and lives on ice creams.
She carries the most beautiful smile, a perfect face and is really weally hot :D. I buy all her clothes as I don’t trust her dressing sense. I made her wear red nailpaints which looked lovely on her. (M so gonna miss you and all these stupidities that we do together. )
We talk forever, chat online from our respective offices, laugh at badly dressed people, think we are the smartest of all, watch movies together and share every bit of our lives with each other.
I have hurt her numerous times both verbally and physically (as a kid.) I regret some things I said but I don’t wanna change anything between us cause it can’t be better. One time I thought I would lose her. December 30, 2004, we called her and she was badly hurt. I was scared, very! But we came along fine, all of us.
I have coined easily 200 nicknames for her as it was my hobby to annoy her and it continues to be one. PKD, Dida, LM, PD :D etc…
You make me smile, my Didi :)
